Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.